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GARDEN OF THE HESPERIDES |
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GARDEN OF THE HESPERIDES
Would that a single sigh could fall
From lips so still so long,
Float o'er the sea and tell thee all,
More inwardly than song!
From lips so still so long,
Float o'er the sea and tell thee all,
More inwardly than song!
A breath enchanted and intense
From faint impassioned hours,
Hesperian with an odorous sense
Of Orotava's flowers!
From faint impassioned hours,
Hesperian with an odorous sense
Of Orotava's flowers!
On hair and eyes 'twould sink and rise,
Soft on thy lips would die,
And whisper in the speech of sighs,
“Oh wise one! thou and I!
Soft on thy lips would die,
And whisper in the speech of sighs,
“Oh wise one! thou and I!
“Not winds alone, my love, my own,
Not only sea disparts,
But Life and Fate, the loves too late,
The twin divided hearts.
Not only sea disparts,
But Life and Fate, the loves too late,
The twin divided hearts.
“And day by day,” the sigh would say,
With scarce surviving breath,
“Near and more near, a Form, a Fear:—
Oh darling, is it Death?”
With scarce surviving breath,
“Near and more near, a Form, a Fear:—
Oh darling, is it Death?”
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